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Author’s Note

A stark tension sat in the air, its presences a thick and undeniable fog, plaguing me with each step, as I followed Mom downstairs. "Did I do something wrong?" My voice betrayed the guilt that sat in my stomach, the knowledge of my taboo affair with my older sister, Hayley.

Mom was curvy, and stacked, her hair a bundle of dark waves that flowed onto her shoulders, her body full in all the right places, a slim waist paired with the thickness of her ass, her breasts like two teardrops, perky and subtle, a stark contrast to Hayley and her heavy-set chest.

She didn’t turn to answer. She continued forward, her shoulders carrying an unusual tension, the soft flow of her hips, now a focused strut with each step down to the living room. She looked back at me, then opened the living room door. She watched me with a look of scorn in her glare, the deep brown boiling with an incessant anger.

“You know what you did.”

She walked in, and I followed behind her. I immediately saw the confirmation of my fears, Hayley, her head down, as she sat on the couch. She sported a light pink top that I had bought for her, the fabric of it a light stretch across her globes, tight and revealing, the same top she’d always worn to tease my arousal.

"Sit." Mom said.

I followed her orders, and took a spot near Hayley. I could see the worry on her face, and neck, and chest, stretching in a deep pink hue across her skin.

"Now..." Mom took a deep sigh. "I want you to tell me what you both think you're in trouble for?"

We both knew.

Of course we did.

For three months, we'd indulged in a relationship that made no sense for siblings. We embraced the heat of each moment we were in, where making out turned into touching, where touching created a new routine between us, my cock barrelling against her wet mouth, her body mine to use however I wanted.

"Hmmm, so nobody's got an answer?" Mom smiled with a knowing glee. "Can't say I'm not proud that you're sticking up for each other." She walked to the dining table, and grabbed a chair. She pulled it in front of us, then sat down, crossing her pale smooth legs, as she watched me for a reaction.

For a brief moment, it seemed as though she was teasing me. She looked me dead in the eye, as Hayley held her head down in shame. It was just the two of us, her face giving away that she knew everything, her bust just barely covered by her top, exposing her cleavage to her son.

"So since nobody wants to say it. I'll say it instead."

Hayley’s head shot up in waiting. We both stared at her, anxious at what we were about to hear, hopeful for some miracle, something that wouldn't put into words the lines we'd crossed, and the pleasure we'd created.

"I seem to have raised two perverts." Our hopes crashed with her words. "My own son and daughter, engaging in thi-" Her voice choked up. She took a deep breath, and shook her head. "Explain yourselves."

We both sat there unsure of what to say. I looked at Hayley, her eyes a mix of green and brown, her soft freckles reminding me of what started this, how beautiful she was, how close we'd been.

"It was my fault." I lied. "We were just- It was just messing around a little. It wasn't anything serious."

Mom furrowed her brow. "It wasn't anything serious?"

I lied again. “No.”

"And what would you consider serious, sweetie?"

She was clearly guiding me into a trap. I didn't know how far her knowledge went, or how much she knew.

I stayed silent.

"Hayley? What do you have to say in this?"

Hayley had never been a confrontational person. She was always my quiet older sister, the quiet bookish type, her looks undermined by her lack of confidence, as an hourglass frame hid behind her baggy wardrobe.

She was the one that had started this all. One look was all it took to give her the confidence she needed. One glance from her younger brother had sparked a wave of suggestions, and pictures and videos, each one dirtier than the last, until she found me jerking off and offered to help.

"I don't know..." Her voice left her in a whisper. "We're- we were just messing around, like Luke said."

Mom had always had a soft spot for her. I could see it in her eyes now, a quiet disappoint, a soft betrayal. She opened her mouth, but no words left. She sat back into the chair, her shorts exposing the milk tones of her thick thighs.  

"There's a line..." Mom continued, before turning her attention to Hayley. "Bring me my laptop from the kitchen counter."

Hayley stood up. I struggled to not look at her form, the usual glare I’d take at her soft, round ass, the way her hips moved like a model’s, as though made to show off everything I wanted from her.

Mom’s gaze met mine, and she peered into my soul. I could feel the tension with each breath, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm, showcasing how anxious she truly was.

"How far did you go?"

I thought it over, as imagined how she found out. There must have been something we’d done, a pair of underwear left in the wrong room, a text message sent to the wrong person.

Something...

Anything...  

"I- We didn't go further than touching?"

Mom smirked, then shook her head gently. "You were never good at lying. I can’t believe it took me this long."

Hayley returned with Mom's laptop in hand. She passed it to her, then sat down, her body closer this time, as her shoulder pressed into my arm.

Mom opened the lid, clicked on what she wanted, then turned the laptop towards us. She watched us over it, her eyes signalling a sweet pride, the joy a mother takes in making sure we could never trick her.

A recording played of the living room. It shot it from above, the camera angled directly where we were sitting now, hanging from above the door.

I turned, and saw a small black object lodged in a high corner. I had never noticed it before. "Is that-"

"Pay attention." Mom interrupted.

The video continued as me and Hayley walked into frame. Her slim figure was wrapped in the blue bikini she loved teasing me with, her hair tied in a messy bun, as she led me into the room. She pushed me down on the couch, and danced before me. She moved in a slow dance, her soft fingers stretching across her form, her stomach, her breasts, her thighs, each part of her getting closer, before she fell onto my lap.

I looked up, and caught a strange look from my mother. She seemed flustered, as she bit her lip, as her skin turned a deep red, as a strange excitement filled her face at the sounds, the way I commanded Hayley to her knees, the way she giggled in response, the way she used her slutty mouth, gagging and moaning, and slurping through the speaker, followed by my dirty taunts.

"Mom... We get it." Hayley shared the same expression, her face the same pink I’d seen over those months, the same slutty pink that told me when her cunt was soaking wet.

Mom nodded, and closed the laptop. She placed it on the rug beside her, before wiping the sweat from her brow. "I'm just disappointed..."

Hayley tensed up against me. "How long have you known?"

"Two weeks..." She stood up, and moved her chair back further, extending the space between us.

"I knew something wasn't right when you both came back from work so late. I just never expected what you were doing to be so- so vulgar." Her attention shifted to me. "Is that how you treat her regularly, Lucas? You berate your older sister, and push her head down, and call her a slut, and bitch, and-"

She choked up again, her legs shifting from side to side, as though grinding pleasure into her sex. "It would be one thing, if it was just touching. I’d have to talk you out of it, but this- this line you've crossed... I just- I don't know how you two could ever close that box. How I could ever trust you to-" She took a deep breath.

"We said we were sorry." Hayley chided. "What else can we even-"

"Show me."

I lurched forward "What?"

"I want you both to show me. Right now."

There was a collective silence between the three of us.

Her words made no sense.

"I've had two, long- very long weeks to think about this." A seriousness stretched from her lips with each word, carrying the determination it took to say them. "You've opened that box." Her eyes darted between us both. "There's no going back from it, and I simply can't imagine a world where you do. So... I've decided it's better to let it be, and let this thing end on its own terms."

I shifted into the couch, the leather now hot against my back. "Mom. I- I-"

"You don't have to say anything... This is about trust. This is about understanding that if I stood in your way, you'd probably find it more exciting, and appealing."

"Is this a trap?" Hayley tension eased up. She looked at mom with a tempered excitement, a soft glow that told me just how aching she was, how much she'd loved my cock, how willing she was to go on with it, regardless of who knew.

I felt the exact opposite... Mom was right. The temptation came from the secrecy of it, the knowledge we were doing something for ourselves, that we had this thing, this sweet thing between us.

That was all gone. She'd stripped it away with a simple speech.

"There's no trick." She raised her hand, as though offering me on a silver platter. "I just want to keep my babies safe."

The world spun around me, as my cock ached for release, as Hayley pulled her shirt up and over her head, as we both agreed to our mother's request.

"Show me..." Those words rung in my mind like a spell, there presence loud and obnoxious, the sound of Mom’s tone a sensual, exciting heat, pulling up my hips up, and sliding off my shorts, as my cock sat hard before them.

My cock pointed to the heavens, a line of precum giving away my approval.

"Good..." Mom eyes locked on its length. Her lips parted only slightly, just enough to see her tongue move in her mouth, just enough to tell me there was so much more to this show.

Hayley stood up. She slid the tight fabric of her short down her legs, the soft pink fabric revealing a softer white, her cunt bare, just as I’d told her to keep it, keeping her pink slit nice and presentable, as her pert ass jiggled at the effort.

Our relationship was one of ownership. She loved presenting herself to me, and seeing my response. She loved asking for suggestions, wanting to buy the sluttiest clothes she could, wanting to present herself to me fully, to have me tease her, and accept her, and touch her.

"Hayley?" Mom watched as her daughter stood there nude, unsure of why she was waiting.